It was another cinnamon french toast morning. I’m on a roll. Or is it that I’ve no groceries? Whatever the case, my grouchy, half-blind zombie-child, Colby, is actually eating breakfast and I love when a kid will eat their breakfast. I’m usually shoving pop tarts, muffins, bowls of cereal or rice krispy treats into his hand, backpack, pockets, to which he yells at me for nagging and throws them back on the counter. BUT make a nice hot pile of french toast and he EATS. Victory smells sweet! And I smell it all over my clothes even at work right now.
It’s so dark and ugly today and I’ve officially declared it Chai Tea season 
There are most certainly seasons for food and it’s apple crisp, chili and soup or pancakes for dinner time! I welcome it. Tea in the summer is just not right. What I’m seriously dreading when I’m trying to talk myself out of hitting snooze for another hour, is Life After Thanksgiving. That is a season for me that stretches from Black Friday until the last snow. Maybe Easter. I know, I live in the absolute wrong place- I need sun. I’m already feeling low when 7pm rolls around and the sun disappears. Anyway, Thanksgiving I love, Christmas- NO. No, no, no. Skip it. And January through March- absolutely bleak and depressing.
Some young punk in VA wants to buy some wheels I have for sale online- he’s pestering me at this moment- I’m asking $300 and he wants to pay @225 and DRIVE half way. What the hell is wrong with people? He lives in southern VA. Gotta head out- working in the sheriff’s office today
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